Saturday, 30 March 2024

Louis Lingg and the Bombs - Manspreading on the Metro

  


  Come the revolution, it's going to have a great soundtrack. Hopefully provided by Paris anarcho/techno punks Louis Lingg and the Bombs (https://www.facebook.com/louislinggandthebombs). 

  They were a regular feature on Just Some Punk Songs a few years ago with this possibly being my favourite track by them https://justsomepunksongs.blogspot.com/2015/05/louis-lingg-and-bombs-i-wish-i-was-dead.html 

  Are they still as good as they were back then? On the evidence of their new ep I'd have to give a resounding yes in reply.

  The ep's titled Can You Hear The Uproar? It's 3 new songs plus 3 instrumental versions. It's music to get your body moving and your mind working. It's the sound of a band channeling their anger in a direction that allows them to have a little more fun than many contemporary acts. Maybe think Chumbawamba mixed with Atari Teenage Riot? 


  This is the lead track, of which they say, "I wrote Manspreading on the Metro about my friend and Colleague Yves who committed suicide because of our director at work. This director lied to us and said he died in his sleep. His wife found out about the lie and told us that he committed suicide because of the director. What an absolute monster that man is. It was originally a grunge song but Octave rewrote it to make it a techno rock song." 

  It's called Manspreading on the Metro...

Verse 1 (He’s) Slouched on the subway Lazy, lack of poise I knew him from work That asshole from accounts He’s looking right through me (I) Think he might be dead No such luck Fucker just doesn’t care He fired my workmates (He) didn’t even blink (A) day of screams He didn’t even hear And now he manspreads A greasy metaphor Taking up space Close your fucking legs Close your fucking legs Prechorus Stop stop the spread! Chorus X2 Man (down) on the metro Legs spreading wide Why aie aie aie! Stabbed him with my stiletto Legs spreading wide Why aie aie aie! Verse 2 The day my friend died (A)Hopeless suicide (He) told us he passed Peaceful, in his sleep You fucking liar You grubby fucking suit Taking up space Close your fucking legs Close your fucking legs! Prechorus Hey dude! It’s rude! Two seats Stop stop the spread! Chorus Man (down) on the metro Legs spreading wide Why aie aie aie! Stabbed him with my stiletto Legs spreading wide Why aie aie aie!

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